Though the thought could make people question your intentions, the story behind the breadstick is one of shear entertainment.
Last Friday, I had the privilege to go to lunch with a few of my co-workers in celebration of David Hill’s birthday. The restaurant of choice – Fazoli’s. The day appeared to be just as any other day until three “visions of beauty” walked in the restaurant and stood in line to order their food. I wish I could say I saw them first, but I did not.
Jeremy Holm turned to me and in a half-joking manner turned to me saying, “I think I need to get back in line.” I couldn’t have agreed with him more.
The audacious one of the bunch, Clay Blackham, turned around and asked if he should ask the ladies for their phone numbers. But, we told him not to worry about it.
However, true to form, Clay proceeded to conjure up a plan as to how he would obtain the girls’ phone numbers. Like a captain over an army, he devised his stratagem with a secret weapon – the breadstick.
“Give me that breadstick,” he demanded in a most polite way.
“Clay, what are you going to do with a breadstick?” I asked
“Just you watch,” he returned smirking.
Clay excused himself from the table and walked up to the girls and said, “Ladies, complements of the fine gentlemen seated over there.” Pointing in our direction.
One of the girls asked, “What am I supposed to do with it. Bite it?”
The ridiculous conversation continued for a few minutes, and then Clay returned to the table.
I wish I could say he succeeded in get phone numbers, but he did not.
However, the moral of this story is this – If you see a pretty lady, use a breadstick to break the ice.